CATCH UP POST

What a busy few days, you know what it’s like when you get back from holiday, the un packing, washing, shopping and everything else you have to do. Plus the grandchildren were rather inpatient to see me so four of them came round as soon as I was back and then I went and saw the other two and had Chinese take away so that was nice, I wasn’t looking forward to cooking the first night back.

My eldest granddaughter Kara had done an excellent job of looking after my flat and the cat, who was also happy to see me and didn’t sulk like she normally does by not having anything to do with me. Yes, she can be very stubborn so it was a pleasant surprise that she was so pleased to see me. Kara eventually went home Saturday so it was nice having the company.

My eldest daughter has returned to work so I don’t get to see her as much so Saturday night we had a girly night and a lovely Indian take away, I know, more take always but who wants to cook, really? I did intend cooking a lovely breakfast but as we stayed up half the night chatting we both laid in and didn’t have time for anything. Jodie went home to Alfie being amazed that his Mum had had a sleep over at Nanny’s!

I was then invited up to my other daughters for Sunday lunch with her partners mum and dad too, we had a lovely day and also got presents as it was Grandparents Day. The food was delicious and I got an orchid, I have never grown one of them before so I have read up all about them and will do my best.

My new Creative Writing course started last week so I missed the first one but I got the handouts emailed to me and my friend sent me a lovely email saying about what they had completed and what was homework. I had to think about a box of some description and who found it. I decided to write as if I was the box and I was very pleased with the result. I read it to a couple of people today for feedback and was pleased with their comments. I wonder what you will think?

THE BOX
Why does she seem so interested in me? I do wish she would stop turning me upside down. I can feel her bright blue piercing eyes staring at me, oh no! All my contents are falling about inside me, crashing against my soft velvet sides. This girl is shaking and shaking me, please stop I think to myself my lid is going to be very sore. I know what she is trying to do but I am very clever and secured my lid down so no one can get in me. It has been like that for nearly 10 years, ever since my owner died. Annabel, that was her name, she made me and looked after me all her life, she loved stroking my outsides they are all soft, light wood with a heart shape on my lid, not sure why she did that but I think I look grand. Annabel even put a coat of special stuff on me to keep me all shiny and new.

My outsides shine and twinkle in the sun. I thought I smelt rather nice, my insides are still very smart I love the feel of the rich crimson velvet so soft and smooth sticking to my insides. Sometimes I used to smell just like Annabel when she put a drop of her very favourite perfume on the velvet it was like a fresh spring day with all the flowers bursting out from me when Annabel opened my lid.

My owner kept all her very favourite things in me and trusted me to look after them which I did nobody ever got into me to see her treasures. I do miss her so much I have been shut away at the back of the drawer ever since she died and now this girl has found me. The shaking has stopped now thank goodness, why can’t she just put me back in my drawer and leave me alone.

Holding me very tight in her little hand she’s running down the stairs, I feel a bit scared what if she drops me I might break I can hear her calling “mummy” the fingers holding me begin to slip, I try to stay in her tiny hands but I am falling bang, bang, bang on the floor. I am trying so hard to keep my lid shut but oh no! Its open all my Annabel’s treasures are falling out all over the floor, lots off buttons from her favourite clothes all different sizes, shapes and colours and the letter all over the floor. My lid hurts, I feel all stiff, my little hinges are so tight and I think I am a bit rusty!

I missed hearing your story in class as we are in different trios but I like it, you seem to have got all the senses in as required, unlike me! (I’ll email you a copy of mine, which is the start of a new story). x